Turning 30

My birthday was coming. A few days before the day, Reza kept asking where we should go for dinner. I didn’t have time to really think about it.

The day started out like any other day. I dropped him off at work and went out for a meeting outside of office.

At lunchtime he told me that he’d gotten the day off and asked if I wanted to have late lunch outside the KLCC area. I said okay, I was on my way back to the office to do some paperwork anyway, we could go somewhere after that.

I returned to the office, did what I had to do before meeting up with him. Went down slightly later than the agreed time. Once I reached the lobby, he greeted me with a big and long plastic bag and handed it to me.

“Happy birthday!”

There was a big bouquet of lilies and other flowers I can’t name inside it.

On the way to the carpark, he told me he brought a spare car key and wanted to surprise me in the car with the flowers, but couldn’t find the car at our usual spot, so he decided to go to the lobby instead lol.

(That’s why he asked me where the spare car keys were the night before and asked me if I’d parked at our usual spot just before I came down).

Then he drove us to Bukit Tunku for lunch and desserts, where I had the best tiramisu in my life.

Drove back to the office.

“I dah book a place untuk dinner.”

“Where?”

“Nobu.”

“What!”

Fine dining for my birthday dinner was not in my imagination nor did I think it was necessary (if he’d asked me where I’d like to go at the point I would’ve said jom makan kat rumah). I asked him over and over if he was sure (of spending that much), but he was confident — he’d done his research and already made the reservation. Then I recalled that the year before, he wanted to reserve seats at Nobu for my belated birthday celebration, unfortunately we never got around doing it since we were too occupied with packing my things before I left the city.

Nobu is also a strategic choice for the midweek i.e. it’s located on the same building as my workplace. By the time the sun was setting, all I had to do was get on the elevator and go to the 56th floor. As I went up, I wish I’d known we were going here. I would have worn a dress and worn more make up that day! Both of us were in our work white shirts and pants 😆

We had dinner which consisted several courses of sashimi and sushi dishes, combined with relatively exotic ingredients (I would very much like to attempt to replicate them later), while watching the sunset in KL. Last to come was the surprise birthday dessert.

I’ll give an A for Reza’s effort. He manages to surprise and spoil me even after a decade.